Leggevo le parole di Poldo.
Leggevo che l'ultimo intervento su questo blog risale al 15 Dicembre. Sì, all'anno scorso.
Dopo aver letto entrambe le cose ho quasi paura che Poldo abbia ragione e della sua insicurezza che impedisce di postare quel che si vuole quando si vuole ritrovo in me i sintomi.
Forse è tutto normale, intendo il timore reverenziale che cresce quando ci si rende conto di non far parte di un mare di individualità sconnesse ma di una nuvola in costante evoluzione che ci lega e reciprocamente influenza.
Diciamo che scrivere che oggi è stata una giornata di merda in ufficio o che hai riscoperto la passione per l'hockey su prato (no, non io) sembra sempre più irrilevante.
Perché per le cose grosse ci sono le voci autoriali, i guru, e quelle piccole sembra non servano più a nulla.
Sembra, dico, perché sono convinto non sia così.
Ci si sente un po' tutti, noi pesciolini piccoli, come a una festa ricca di invitati a cui siamo finiti quasi per caso, più che altro per curiosità. E ci si sente, dicevo, come quando, presso un capannello di persone, un invitato di spicco fa una battuta e tutti ridono, o commentano, e noi vorremmo cogliere la palla al balzo e replicare con la nostra barzelletta cavallo di battaglia.
Ma non lo facciamo, timidi come siamo, abbiamo paura del "e questo ora che vuole?"
La mia paura, che temo sia anche quella di Poldo, se non ho interpretato male il suo pensiero, è che oggi si assista al consolidarsi (naturale, forse, inevitabile direbbero i sociologi) di una blogosfera da bere.
Come se qualche tempo fa il mondo dei blog fosse una specie di "Bar di Moe" dei Simpson mentre oggi sia più simile a un HappyHour involontariamente di lusso.
La mia è solo una riflessione da "eterno blogger in partenza", un po' schiacciato, come altri, dal timore che la posta in gioco si sia alzata e scoprire di avere, potenzialmente, un pubblico da soddisfare, post dopo post, un pubblico a cui, forse, dei fatti miei non interessi nulla e preferisca leggersi i fatti (splendidamente narrati) di Eìo o PersonalitàConfusa.
Yeah, probably I didn't really have much to say in these days, who knows.
But I'm ok, I'm doing fine, thanks!
So, everyone's talking about it, and that's a great thing! What am I talking about? I'm talking about the "stellar" map of the italian Blogosphere, realized by a group of great italian bloggers who managed to graphically render the relations between a lot of italian blogs and their interactions.
I love it, especially 'cause my mind is mainly image-based, so my fantasy is really drooling when watching this "cosmo" of blogs (Yes, I wonder if eventually we'll even have the "blog constellations" or a "blog zodiac"!).
This one is a quite large image, I've taken it from the blog E io che mi pensavo..., while the image was realized by Ludo with data from the Blogbabel project!
An overlook of the map is here but for a giant version you'd better click here! Enjoy your new Cosmo!
There are so many blogs... I think I'll need to buy a new Hyperdrive!
Then save the World.
I don't want to write a lot fo stuff this evening, so I'll post a link to a Wiki-site I'd love to see grow and become a cauldron of useful information for those, like me, who love the tv show HEROES.
I think I'll contribute in some way to its expansion, now that I don't have much to do with my time.
Here you go: http://www.heroespedia.com/Main_Page
(Yup, it's like the LOSTpedia... Only a smaller version!)
I don't know if this little spaceport at the remote borders of the Italian Blogosphere has something serious to say.
Well, not right now at the moment.
Why posting, then?
I just can't sleep, and I should be up in the morning at 6:55AM. Damn.
So let's waste some time and some byte-flow to write something.
In this moment Timothy's airing "Cold Gin", by KISS. Sweet, but not so tuned with my actual feelings.
You know, that recursive, persistent feelings of "Shit, I'm never going to do anything good out of this life". Well, not so cosmic, not so Emo, but... Well, I just kept wondering why I am such an expert in the Wasting Time Applied Services field. I mean, I should be drawing, drawing, drawing, preparing a nice and complete reppresentative portfolio...
What Am I Really Doing? Nuthn' adall.
Playing a bit of videogames but not really in the mood for them; yes, I have this particular thing... When I know I should be doing something really important, or something productive, I can't do those things.
I don't know why, I just keep on finding every possible way to waste time: I play, I just obsessivbely jump from Forum to Forum, RSS from RSS but I KNOW there's nothing new in them.
IT'S FUCKIN' FRIDAY IN THE WORLD, HELLOOO?
No one's home posting or feeding rsses, get real.
(Yes, there a profund and latent sense of paranoia for the contest: the "you never won a damn thing, come back to Earth and prepare for another "n" placement in the final stats..." way of thinking).
Ok, the excuse is oficially this: A-F-T-E-R T-H-E H-O-L-I-D-A-Y-S
Whatever it is, I'll just start it form the 7th of January, 2007.
But from that date I will sort something out. Cut some bad grass from my mind, wipe the slate form doubts and lazyness... Can you really believe it? I'll try...
(PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEE)
...However we'll do an exception, for tonight.
I can't resist, I want to use my Timothy iPod like a fortune-teller.
The game is quite simple, you just read a question and then use your random funcion on your ipod (or common and anonymous mp3 player....). The title of the song will be the answer; oh, and put a little comment, that's always fancy.
1 - How are you feeling today?
Cronaca Nera by Baustelle (Hell yeah...)
2 - Will you have success in your life?
Blowing in The Wind by Joan Baez (Hmmm, doesn't sound too good)
3 - How do your friends see you?
The Masterplan by Oasis (So is anyone pullin' my strings right now? O_o)
4 - What song reminds you of your best friend?
Lo Stregone by Ivano Fossati (The Sorcerer... Yes, that quite like it)
5 - What's the story of your life?
Il concetto di banana by Elio e le Storie Tese ("The banana concept" YEAH!!!)
6 - How was your school period?
Ventura Highway by America (Yeah, quite chillin'...)
7 - How will you stand your ground in life?
Carletto e i Mostri by Mago, Fata, Zucca Bacata (Carletto and the Monsters' Theme... Yeah, comics and toons are a good way to earn some money :-P )
8 - What's the best thing you could say of your best friend?
You take my breath away by Queen (Halt! Who are we talking about here? O_o )
9 - What will you find in the shops this week? (what question is this, c'mon!!?)
How about you by Bobby Darin (yeah, hey, mind YOUR businness!)
10 - What song describes you best?
Oblivion by Astor Piazzolla (Yes, I kinda feel like I'm in a Christmas oblivion...)
11 - ...And the one describing your parents?
Rocky Joe by Oliver Onions (ok, I officially start to doubt about this test...)
12 - How's your life going?
Un malato di cuore by Fabrizio DeAndré (OH, GREAT, "Ill hearted" >.< just what I needed)
13 - What song will be played at your funeral? (after the heart attack I'll have...)
Tutti Frutti by Nick Rivers (A funeral with Top Secret's soundtrack? Hell, yeah!)
14 - How does the world see you? (a tiny spot on its brown jacket?)
Mind Killer by Freeland (not a chance)
15 - Will you be happy in life?
Njosnavelin by Sigur Ròs (what's that supposed to mean???)
16 - What do your friends really think about you?
Upside Down by Jack Johnson (Really?)
17 - Is there someone secretely looking for you?
Sousei No Aquarion theme by Akino (A giant robot? Holy crap...)
18 - What do you do to be happy?
Sweetness follows by R.E.M. (cuddles! Oh crap, I'm a single guy u.u°)
19 - What would you do of your life?
God Sigma Theme by Monelli Spaziali (Another Giant robot? I'll become a giant japanese robot??)
20 - Will you have any kids?
I got a woman by Bobby Darin (Yes, to have kids you need a woman... But I don't have one)
... NOW I remember why I hate blog-tests...
That's quite strange.
Today I met Kurai and RedPill and I told them: "How strange, today I opened Vox on Safari as usual but it just didn't let me write a new post".
They looked at me as if I had the ghost of my grandpa behind my back. And... HEY! I really had the ghost of my grandpa behind my back!!
No, I'm joking, don't worry.
The point is, despite all the warnings that Vox was giving me until today I could easily compose new posts on Safari. Maybe I had fallen in another dimension or something, but I'm absolutely sure I could.
--------------------------------------------- and now for something apparently different
Kurai and his girlfriend told me that someone has reported on his blog my post regarding the Turin Barcamp. Well, I thank you so much, believe me! I really didn't expect that (maybe they were mocking me? O_o) 'cause this a new experience for me!
But I must precise something. Just after I wrote that post I had a really interesting discussion with RedPill and she helped me improving my knowledge of the Italian Blogosphere phoenomenon, so I must say that I made my position slightly "more tender" than before.
So, I'm really looking forward for tha next Genoa Barcamp, hoping for it to really happen.
So long, see ya next post!
So, you'll be probably wondering why the heck if this blog is called "I Draw" I haven't shown something to you yet. Ok, you've got a point, so here we go.
Some weeks ago I was proposed to attend a local illustration contest, my first ever. The subject of the contest is "Life is Dream", quite a general one. So I prepared two drawings, I still don't know if I'll send both...
Family Portait with a Bun is an oniric ink and Ecoline drawing. It was an emotional response to the theme of the contest, but although I like it I'm not so sure that I'll send it, cause the technique is quite a "beginner" one. I'll improve my skills in this field of illustration, I promise :-D
Ok, if you want to see the drawing in it's original resolution just follow the link; here is a smaller version:
Room of false dreams (yes, I think that'll be the title) is about all the dreams that most of us follow, without realizing that they're futile, superficial, empty illusions, keeping us away from the real dreams, the small things that can be reached with self determination, the precious things. I think those are the real dreams, the pure ones, not the multi-millionaire soccer player, the glamourous babe nor the expensive car or boat.
Smaller dreams don't drive you mad, they're depending on you and not vice-versa, remember!
As before, here's a small version; the link above will bring you to the relative DeviantArt page for a better view.
I think I should give my impressions about a curious event I had the chance to be "part" of.
It's nice to pop your head out of the window, just in plain night, and se Orion's Belt above you.
Timothy is a cute name, isn't it?
